Her smile makes me feel like I've been holding back. The summer sends her love, as you realize life is nothing more than a countdown and that these words are bullets... your last shots at redemption.
Tonight I walk through an empty street with my shadow stretched out in front of me.
This is where my lonely thoughts meet my lonely feet, and the cold reminds me that I've chosen this life. I spoke to all of my molecules and they were divided, but of this they were sure... death is just the exit ramp to something better. So become an heir to misfortune with me.
Miss Tragedy blows kisses to the rhythm of the rain. This arrangement of words will do nothing but set my mind at ease.
I am the drunken poet. Spilling verses on the airport bar. Flying home to emptiness.
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